This is the first year that I actually understood that I would be visiting where Dad went to work everyday. When we got there, we were swarmed by well-wishers congratulating us for the recent addition to our household. Then I was bombarded with questions such as, 'What's your name?', 'Are you excited about your baby brother?', 'How old are you?', 'How are you?'. I decided to play dumb and mute and let Dad answer all the questions.

After the deluge passed, I helped Dad get some stuff from his classroom, said 'hi' to more people, got some papers signed, and ate lunch. My favorite part of the day was seeing Dad's classroom. Before we left, I asked if we could go back to the classroom one more time. Unfortunately, Dad had already turned in his keys